Semua Bab BETRAYAL GAME: HIS BOSS, MY OBSESSION : Bab 61 - Bab 68

Eva’s POVThe air in the house felt strangely light that morning. It had been a few days since Henry had left without much of a warning, and though I tried to keep busy—feeding Jude, folding his tiny clothes, wiping the same countertop over and over—the quiet unease never left me. I could still hear his last words ringing in my head, vague and loaded, like a warning cloaked in calm disappointment.I stood by the kitchen sink, staring at the stillness outside the window, the cup of untouched tea growing cold in my hands. The silence of our home felt like it was mocking me. Jude’s tiny laughter occasionally echoed from the living room where he played with his blocks, oblivious to the storm brewing in the lives of the adults around him.And then the door opened.I didn’t hear footsteps right away, just the faint click of the lock, and the soft creak of wood under careful steps. I turned around slowly, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird in my chest.“Henry?” I called, unsure if it wa

Eva’s POV I had expected anything that morning—an early knock from Lucas, a call from Henry’s office, even a sudden urge to run. But not this. The bell rang at 8:30am sharp. My heart leapt into my throat. I tangled my fingers in my nightshirt and rushed to the door, hiding the fear churning in my stomach. When I opened it, a delivery man stood there with a padded envelope. “Delivery for Eva Henry,” he said, handing it over. My hands shook so hard I fumbled it. “Thank you.” I closed the door quickly, leaning against it as if it might collapse under me. A delivery? That meant only one thing. Someone knew my address. Someone was coming for me. I stared at the envelope, heart hammering. Did Lucas send this? Was it divorce papers from Antonia? Custody papers? Or worse—evidence of the affair I had been so desperate to keep hidden? I hurried to the kitchen and dropped it onto the table. My hands trembled so badly the envelope slid off and onto the floor. I knelt, breathing hard, and p

EVA’S POV(Continues)“You knew all along?” I whispered, my throat dry and my legs barely able to hold my weight.Henry stood a few feet away, arms crossed, face cold and unreadable. The man who used to smile at me like I was his world now looked like a stranger. The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating.“You knew?” I asked again, voice trembling. “Why did you play along? Master in the betrayal game?”His eyes darkened. “Don’t turn this around, Eva. Don’t you dare.” He stepped closer, each word slicing deeper into me. “I gave you every chance to come clean. I waited. I begged with my silence. I stayed calm, watching you choose him over and over, even after everything we built.”“Henry… I don’t understand anything right now,” I whispered, almost choking on my breath. “You’re scaring me.”“No, Eva. Listen.” His voice was low but deadly serious. “I’m done with this game. It’s time to get things over and done with.”I stood there frozen. I had spent the last few days terrified

Eva’s POV (Continues)Henry’s wine glass hovered near his lips, the surface trembling as he took another slow sip. The bottle reflected in his eyes, dim and still. I sank into the nearest chair, my hands locked in my lap. My heart hurt with each word he spoke, each revelation tearing our world apart.He set the glass down gently and cleared his throat. His tone was even—almost distant—yet each syllable felt like a blow.“I knew everything,” Henry began. His voice was calm, but I felt the weight of a thousand late nights and whispered collisions behind it.“When you became pregnant with Jude, I was suspicious. In fact, I knew he wasn’t mine.” His eyes never left me.My hands tightened into fists. The room spun. “You… you knew?”“Yes.” He nodded. “I saw the doctor privately. The timeline of your pregnancy—according to the report—did not match when we were intimate. It didn’t align.”He paused, glancing at the glass as if expecting it to explode. Then he set it aside.“I remained silent.